Just when Aoba and Battlefield Hara Fukiyuki were discussing a solution without a sense of tension, the thousands of rioters behind them were getting closer and closer to the center of the Tokyo Bay Bridge.

Aoba and Battlefield Hara Blowing Snow parked the locomotive for a long time, and when the policemen on the opposite side were still hesitating, whether to take advantage of the large army of the Rioters before they rushed up, and first arrested the man and woman, Aoba had already taken Battlefield Hara Blowing Snow's hand and walked towards the bridge.

Battlefield Hara, who was held by Aoba, felt the feeling of being surrounded by Aoba's palm, and in an instant, the color of Qiē all around him faded, leaving only the back of Aoba, who was strolling in front of him.

With a rumbling roar, a large group of mobs also came to the center of the Tokyo Bay Bridge.

Aoba and Battlefield Hara Fukiyuki didn't even look back, so they walked to the side of the bridge, Aoba looked down through the guardrail, and saw that the water in Tokyo Bay below was calm and waveless, and it looked like a calm inner lake, Aoba then looked back at the rampage that had reached the middle of the Tokyo Bay Bridge.

Some of the mobs had even pulled their baseball bats out of the locomotive, ready to fight the police to the end.

"Aoba-sama, what are we going to do?" Battlefield Hara Fuyuki also looked back, but there was no tension on his face.

"Come with me, this date can't be ruined by them. Aoba smiled and took the battlefield Haruyuki hand again.

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"Yes. Battlefield Hara Fukiyuki's face turned red and obediently followed behind Aoba.

At this time, the bridge in Tokyo Bay has become a sea of mobs, and countless mobs gather here, holding sticks and looking like they are fighting the police to the end.

However, at this time, whether it was the rioters or the police, the eyes of thousands of people were all attracted by a pair of men and women, it was Aoba and Battlefield Hara Fukiyuki.

I saw the two of them climbing up the high tower of the Tokyo Bay Bridge, and neither the police nor the mobs understood what these two people wanted to do, so they first provoked a march of thousands of mobs. Now climbing the bridge tower again, is it trying to commit suicide?

Just as there was an eerie silence between the police and the mobs below, Aoba and Battlefield Hara Fukiyuki finally climbed to a certain height.

"How is it? Is there a feeling of being at the top of the mountain, or the feeling of standing on the Titanic!" Aoba wrapped his hands around the waist of Battlefield Hara Fukiyuki, and the two of them stood on a bulge in the middle of the bridge tower.

"Yes! Battlefield Hara Fukiyuki spread his hands, closed his eyes and smiled.

"Blowing snow, do you want to jump?" Aoba asked softly in the ear of Battlefield Hara Blowing Snow.

"If you jump, I'll jump. "This is the first time that Battlefield Hara Blowing Snow did not call Aoba Aoba-sama, but used you.

Normally, jumping from this height, even if it's sea water below. It is also certain death.

But since Aoba said that he wanted to jump, Battlefield Hara Fuyuki will definitely accompany him.

"Then let's jump together!" Aoba said seriously.

"Good!" replied Battlefield Hara.

So Aoba's body gradually leaned forward, and the body that was pressing the battlefield Yuan Fuyuki gradually leaned forward.

Even if she has absolute trust in Aoba, but she clearly knows that this battlefield will definitely die if she jumps at a height, and her body instinctively begins to heat up, and the premonition that she will die in the next moment makes her excited.

In this way, the two fell headlong from the bridge tower, causing a burst of exclamations on the bridge.

Everyone thought they were going to die. Some police officers have even begun calling in patrol boats to search for bodies.

The rioters on the bridge turned their hateful eyes on the police.

Regardless of whether Aoba and Battlefield Hara Fukiyuki were the Tyrants at the beginning, but they have been leading the way for so long in front, and in a sense, they have been regarded as their own by the Tyrants.

Now his own people have been forced to death by the police. So what are you waiting for, kill the police!

So the whining and strange screams continued to sound, and one by one, the mobs rushed to the police with bats and steel pipes.

The police also kept returning fire with rubber bullets, and the bridge instantly became lively. No one pays attention to Aoba who jumped off and Battlefield Hara Blowing Snow anymore.

The sound of the wind was blowing violently in my ears, and the sudden feeling of falling made my body weightless, and my heart was beating violently. The brain is blank.

Battlefield Hara Fukiyuki opened her eyes, watching the sea getting closer and closer, and the fierce heartbeat made her heart feel as if it was about to jump out of her throat in the next moment, but it did not make Battlefield Hara Fukiyuki feel a trace of fear, but made her excited.

The thrill of facing death, coupled with the body of Aoba clinging to her behind her, even made Battlefield Hara Fukiyuki involuntarily wet because it was too exciting.

Seeing that the next moment the two of them were about to smash on the sea and be slapped into meatloaf, Battlefield Hara Fuyuki only felt a breath of qi from Aoba's body into her body, just as Aoba had helped her wash her body.

In the next moment, that qi spread from Battlefield Hara's body to the outside of her body, forming a thin film outside her body.

Immediately after that, only a plop was heard, and the two men smashed into the sea.

However, under the protection of that film, Battlefield Hara Fuyuki felt that the sea water did not cause any harm to him.

When the impact of the seawater is neutralized, the film on the outside of the original snow blowing on the battlefield dissipates.

At this time, Aoba and Battlefield Hara Fukiyuki had separated, and the two of them paddled to the surface.

"How do you feel?" Putting his head out of the water, Aoba asked the battlefield beside him.

"Great!" replied with a smile on battlefield Hara.

"It's good if you're happy. Aoba smiled, and then took the battlefield Hara Fukitsu hand again.

This time, the battlefield was much more natural, and the two shook hands tightly before parting, and each swam towards the shore.

"Are you tired?" Aoba, who climbed up from Tokyo Bay and was soaking wet, glanced back at the battlefield Hara Blowing Snow.

"It's fine. The panting battlefield Hara Fukiyuki replied.

It seems that even with Aoba's help, such a long distance has made the battlefield Hara Blowing Snow tired.

"Then let's rest for a while!" Aoba stretched out widely.

This is a clean meadow, and the lights of Tokyo in the distance are only a little afterglow, and when you look up, you can even see a little starlight, and Aoba simply plops down on the grass in a large shape, and pats the grass next to him.

So the battlefield Blowing Snow, who was also soaking wet, simply followed Aoba's example, and lay down on the grass in a large shape, and took the initiative to reach out and hold Aoba's palm.

The two of them just looked at the starry sky in the sky quietly, and they could still hear the noise of the rioters and the police on the bridge, and there were even two patrol boats on the sea not far away, searching for the bodies of the imaginary Aoba and the battlefield Hara Fukiyuki.

However, Aoba and Battlefield Hara Fukiyuki are like two hermits living in seclusion in the city, ignoring the one who was born around, just holding each other's hands and hiding in their own world.

"Look, it's a shooting star!" Aoba pointed to somewhere in the sky with the finger of his other hand, where a meteor slipped quietly.

Battlefield Hara Fuyuki quickly closed his eyes and began to make a wish.

"What did you wish?" asked Aoba with a smile as she turned her head.

"Aoba-sama," Battlefield Hara Fukiyuki bit her lip, her face turned a little red again.

"It's okay, I don't have to say it. Aoba smiled and didn't ask.

At this moment, Battlefield Hara Fukiyuki suddenly sneezed a little.

So in an instant, Battlefield Hara's face turned red, obviously embarrassed for his unsightly behavior of sneezing in front of Aoba-sama.

"What's the matter?," Aoba turned around and touched Battlefield Hara's forehead with her other hand.

"It's okay, maybe it's just soaked in the seawater, and it'll be fine for a while. Battlefield Hara Fukiyuki replied, and her face turned red again because of Aoba's hand on her forehead to test the temperature.

The next moment, Aoba's pure yang true qi was transmitted into the body of the battlefield Hara Fukiyuki through the palms held by the two, and a stream of heat dispersed the cold on the battlefield Hara's body, and this heat also came out of the body, slowly drying the clothes on the battlefield Hara's body.

"How's it going? do you feel better this time?" asked Aoba.

"Well, it's warm, it's so comfortable. Battlefield Hara Fukiyuki smiled reassuringly, and the smile on Battlefield Hara Fuyuki tonight was probably the most she had ever had.

So in this warm and reassuring atmosphere, Battlefield Hara Fukiyuki only felt a kind of exhaustion after the intense release, and gradually fell asleep.

Aoba looked at the battlefield Hara Fuyuki, who was asleep beside her, and after thinking about it, he still didn't wake her up, so he simply sighed and fell asleep as well.

In this way, the noise of the rioters and the police on the bridge was still violent, the sound of the motor of the patrol boat on the sea not far away crossed from time to time, and the neon lights of Tokyo were in the distance, and the two fell asleep quietly holding hands on this grass.

The next morning, the battlefield was awakened by the morning sun and the chirping of small birds pecking at grass seeds.

When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was the white clouds and blue sky in the sky, as well as the Tokyo Bay Bridge not far away, and the second time I looked around, I saw Aoba who was smiling and looking at him.

"Aoba-sama!" muttered Battlefield Hara Fukiyuki, obviously embarrassed that he had fallen asleep here last night.

"How's it going?Did you sleep comfortably last night?" Aoba interrupted.

"Yes, it's very comfortable. Battlefield Hara Fukiyuki replied with a smile.

"Looks like you're having a dream!" Aoba smiled.

"yes, it's a beautiful dream. I don't know what I thought of in my dream, but Battlefield Hara's cheeks turned red again, and in the reflection of the morning glow, the red was so cute.

It's been a long time since I've asked for a recommendation ticket.,Ask for a recommendation ticket!Of course,Ask for a monthly pass too!(To be continued......)

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